conflict coming from our graves

if the rain were to fall and the sky were to bubble in clouds would you return to me would you clean the wounds of my life and sacrifice some of your soul for my own what is it in this world that hardens our hearts and strangles love we have died every day among the beauty yet, we are drawn to the ugliness of sin to willingly burn in the candle's flame if i had lived pure would you give in and carry me to places i've only dreamed of caress me as a child and love me as a lover from your past bring forth the packets of pain, gather among us in a reunion of regret, in a sea of solitudes as the rain begins to fall from the bubbling clouds washing the dust from our spirits as we rise forever and forever free C2023 Thomas Lee Rhymes - April 21, 2023